Ian Dury and the Blockheads were one of the most popular groups of the New Wave era in the U.K. in the 70s and early 80s. Their eclectic sound was drawn from their many musical influences; these included funk, jazz, rock and roll, soul, and reggae, not to mention leader Ian Dury's love of music hall. Dury's lyrics were a unique combination of lyrical poetry, word play, acute observation of British everyday life, and scatalogical humour. As the Blockheads, the band continued to play after Dury's untimely death in 2000.
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...SWEET GENE VINCENT... by Ian Dury & The Blockheads ------------------------.............................
*from 'New Boots and Panties!!' (1977)*
Intro: (Spoken)
F Blue Gene baby...
F, Dm (x2)
FDm Skinny white sailor, the chances were slender, FDm The beauties were brief. FDm Shall I mourn your decline, with some Thunderbird wine, FDm And a black handkerchief?
FBb I miss your sad, Virginia whisper. G7CCaug I miss the voice, that called my heart.
BbAmDmBbAmGm Sweet Gene Vincent, young and old and gone. CA7Dm Sweet Gene Vincent.
(n.C) Who, who, who slapped John?
Interlude: (Faster Tempo)
G, D, G
Break:
G (n.C) White face, black shirt, white socks, black shoes. Black hair, white Strat, bled white, died black.
Verse 1:
GCGCGD Sweet Gene Vincent, let the blue cats roll to-night; GCGCGDG At the sock hop ball, in the union hall, where the bop is their de-light.
Verse 2:
GCG Here come duck-tailed Danny, dragging Uncanny Annie, CGD She's the one with the flying feet. GCGCGDG You can break the peace, daddy sickle grease; the beat is reet com-plete.
Bridge 1:
CGG7 And you jump back honey in the dungarees, tight sweater and a pony tail; C Will you guess her age, when she comes back stage? A7D7C#7 The hoodlums bite their nails.
Solo:
C, GG7, CD7G
Break:
G (n.C) Black gloves, white frost, black crepe, white lead. White sheet, black knight, jet black, dead white.
Verse 3:
GCGCGD Sweet Gene Vincent; there's one in every town, GCGCGDG And the Devil drives, 'till the hearse ar-rives and you lay that pistol down.
Verse 4:
GCGCGD Sweet Gene Vincent; there's nowhere left to hide. GCGCGDG With lazy skin and ash-tray eyes; a perfo-rated pride.
Solo:
DC (x2)
Verse 5:
GCGCGD So farewell ma-demoi-selle Knicker-bocker Hotel, fare-well to money owed. GCGC But when your leg still hurts, and you need more shirts, GDG You got to get back on the road.